Another swallow. The hand at Sam's face caresses his cheek.
He doesn't answer in words immediately. Instead he leans in and kisses the Prince. Gentle at first but full of heat. Nibbling at his lower lip. Using his hand to keep him in place.
As close as Sam is to him, right now, he'll be able to tell that Bucky's body is getting into the idea of things. Without turning to look, he reaches with his metal arm and pulls free a tie that allows the privacy curtain to fall into the doorway of the shrine.
For prayers. Obviously.
There's a bench, also; Bucky sits, encouraging Sam into his lap before finally breaking the kiss. "How much of this do you need to be free of?" The clothes, he means.
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He doesn't answer in words immediately. Instead he leans in and kisses the Prince. Gentle at first but full of heat. Nibbling at his lower lip. Using his hand to keep him in place.
As close as Sam is to him, right now, he'll be able to tell that Bucky's body is getting into the idea of things. Without turning to look, he reaches with his metal arm and pulls free a tie that allows the privacy curtain to fall into the doorway of the shrine.
For prayers. Obviously.
There's a bench, also; Bucky sits, encouraging Sam into his lap before finally breaking the kiss. "How much of this do you need to be free of?" The clothes, he means.